A giddy excitement shot through Willa.
“Let me change out of my pajamas first,” Sahar noted.
Willa turned off the TV and rose to her feet. She dropped the clothes from her tote into the laundry hamper, then trekked to her room to change the outfit she’d been wearing. Rifling through her clothes, she settled on an oversized Bowie T-shirt and cycling shorts.
She didn’t want to let the voices haunt her. She wanted a routine as much as possible.
She’d get through it in time. She’d drown out the negative voices that didn’t matter and hype up the better chatter.
Her phonevibrated with a text from Ethan as she strode out of her room.
ETHAN
I have a request for you. Would you be willing to take June 28-30 off with me?
WILLA
That’s your birthday weekend. Did you have something in mind?
ETHAN
My parents have a cabin up north; I miss them, and there’s that spot I want to take you, too. I figured we could get away for a bit.
WILLA
Would we be able to get it off this late?
ETHAN
It’s a little over a month. I can’t imagine why it’d be a problem. I haven’t taken any vacation days since we started.
WILLA
I have. . .
ETHAN
The show hadn’t begun yet.
Oh, right, he had a point. She’d forgotten that minor detail.
WILLA
Your memory needs to be studied in a lab.
ETHAN
??
Is that a yes?
WILLA
It’s a yes.
ETHAN
??